spiders
@spiders

and that is some real mixed news. on the one paw, im happy that the union is happening and that the owner of the cafe seems to be supportive of the workers unionizing. the union statement is here but ive copied and pasted it below the break if you dont have an account on the cursedness that is fetlife. it sucks that the workers have been struggling for so long, and i hope unionizing helps turn things around.

and on the other paw, the food and drinks menu going away, the cafe part of the business basically closing, is hitting me kinda hard. even tho i live far away from it now, i have good memories tied to the uniqueness of wicked grounds as a queer kink cafe. the place i spent a christmas listening to halloween music on the cafe speakers and playing board games with queer girls. the place i met up with other littles when i, for some reason, decided to make folsom street fair 2019 the first kink event i ever went to. probably the only place in the world that has a littles menu holy shit. do you know how good that feels? do you know how much that means?

there was something utterly unique and a little surreal about a explicitly queer, explicitly pro-kink cafe, where light play and light kink attire was allowed. it was a space that felt inclusive and welcoming in a way nothing else ever has. for all the supposedly queer cafes in seattle with rainbow flags in their window, i couldnt bring my girlfriend into any of them on a leash. it was a complete miracle that it ever existed, and im deeply sad that that part of the space is going away.

anyways, as sad as the cafe closing is, wicked grounds is not going away, it will continue to be a store and community kink education space, and needs support to keep operating, so consider supporting them in whatever way you can



yrgirlkv
@yrgirlkv

this is one of the best pieces of prose-level writing advice i've ever encountered and i wish they'd teach it in elementary schools. i spent SO much time knowing that something like this was what was separating my writing (at the level of diction and sentence structure) from the things i loved to read but not being able to identify it; if i'd run into this it would've cracked off my power limiter in a second. transcript follows after readmore: